glassless windows of the dead lagoon

welcome to the house of lords, abandon all hope, ye who enter, ha ha.

i only think of a couple days ahead, but i feel the impact of an impending future. i want to be like him.

i saw two herons fly out of a willow. the sadness hit me in the chest. they return to no lagoon.

soul journey

we're so small under power. how can we live with this crushing freedom.